As Good as Dead
It's like I'm addcited
You're a poison
I know you'll kill me
I don't seem to care though
I can feel it
Death
Running through my veins
Spreading through my body
I wonder how long
How long until I succumb to the pain
Pass out and escape
But I'm bound to you
Searching for a cure
A cure to heal me
You're poison
In its most deceiving form
So that one cannot resist
Willingly drinking
The sweet sickly poison
Until I realize what you've done
Only by then
It is too late
I am as good as dead
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